Tuesday, September 27, 2011

silk clementines

photo: andrew bishop

About 8 months ago I started giving a talk that required clementines as props. Clementines were in season then, but I knew that if I wanted to be able to give the talk when clementines weren't in season I'd have to find artifical clementines. An internet search turned up exactly three silk clementines.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

underwater barbie

photo: jetheriot

Monday, September 19, 2011

rebecca still

from Hitchcock's Rebecca
photo: jetheriot

Sunday, September 18, 2011

entering manderley

AFTER THE STARCHED white capital letters of the opening credits have appeared and disappeared over a sequence of black-and-white forest scenes decorated with whirling flutes, Hitchcock’s Rebecca begins in earnest. A full moon, tiny in the center of the screen, stands still as it’s sliced diagonally by charcoal strands of mist pulling the sky apart. “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.”

bird visit

photo: public domain

I had a conversation with a small green bird last night. Standing beside its cage with my arms behind my back like wings, I muttered low nonsense syllables over and over until the bird flew close to my face and whispered into my ear. This was not a dream.

Friday, September 16, 2011

saturday evening post

October 11, 1952
photo: jetheriot

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

balboa park

photo: jetheriot

Monday, September 12, 2011

Sunday, September 11, 2011

traffic light movie

I stopped at the red light even though there was no traffic as far as I could see in every direction. The sun was about to come up, people were still asleep, and no one would know if I pedaled through the intersection, but I decided to wait, to enjoy the scenery until the light turned green. After all, I wasn’t going anywhere in particular. I was just kind of riding around. Aren’t traffic lights also part of the journey, a neighborhood sight as worthy as birdsong to behold and savor?

Saturday, September 10, 2011

grackle and blue jay conversing

I sat on a bench in the park watching a squirrel chase another squirrel. Barking and squabbling, they raced clockwise around a small swing hanging nostalgically from the branch of a pecan tree. When they froze and changed directions, they kicked up a cloud of dust from the patch of dry ground rubbed grassless by swingers swinging. Up and around the trunk of the tree, then along the low branch from which the swing hung down, they played tag and coochie-coo simultaneously.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Saturday, September 3, 2011

doll surgery

photo: jetheriot

She’s three feet tall and has a hole in her hip where her left leg used to be.